Your mind is whirling a bit. When you first saw your mother, thoughts of what you could do to her buzzed in your mind. Now, it appeared that you'd have to change your strategy.
For the rest of the day, you avoid any contact with Evelyn whatsoever, so that she'll become concerned about you, and come into the trap of her own free will (so to speak). Throughout this time, whenever you get the opportunity, though you masturbate repeatedly, you avoid orgasm, to keep yourself nice and horny for later this evening.
After dinner, you inform a messenger to get your mother to meet you in your bedroom in half an hour. Stripping naked, you climb into bed, running your hands over your thick cock, fantasizing about all the naughty things you want to do to the Queen.
You're so wrapped up in your fantasies, you nearly miss the sound of a hand tapping on the door. Reacting quickly, you throw a blanket over yourself, not wanting to rush things. Your mother, clad in an ankle-length dress that hugs her curvy body, strolls through the door.
"My dear son, I haven't seen much of today! Haven't you been feeling well?"
"Um, very well, Mother! That's so kind of you to ask..." Despite her gorgeous body, the thought of your mother being a caring, loving individual, rather than a mere sextoy, is just as much of a turn-on for you.
Evelyn walks over to the bed, sitting close to you. Her large breasts are just inches from you. Quickly you fight the urge to rip off her clothes and have your way with her.
"Since we lost your father, I've been feeling a bit lonely lately. Would you mind chatting with me for a while?" The queen leans over to give you a light kiss on the cheek.
"Mother, you seem a bit sad. Have you been crying?"
"It's merely a heavy heart, my dear. . . these recent times . . . "
"And the men who attract my sisters, of course. Don't deny it, I've seen it!"
"We can't keep them young forever, of course. And the men prefer their wives to be young and virile."
"Well, to me, Mother, you're beautiful. If only you weren't my mother; I'd prove it to you this moment!" Deciding to skip straight forward, you wrap your arms around Evelyn's neck and kiss her hard, forcing as much of your tongue into her mouth as you can. The Queen's eyes widen in shock, her yelps muffled. Moving fast she, breaks free of the kiss.
"Have you gone mad?! What are you doing?"
"Do you need proof of how I feel about having you in my arms? Of kissing your beautiful lips? Then look!" With a flourish, you throw the blankets off of yourself, revealing your rock-hard cock.
"You monster! Showing that . . . that THING to your mother?"
"This 'thing?" you inquire mockingly. "But it's you who's done it; you, walking around in that revealing attire. Take it; it's all yours!"
Evelyn's hands are visibily twitching as she reaches for the cock. You can see in her eyes the thoughts going through her mind: The idea that any woman would be amazed by this 'tribute'; the fact that she hasn't had a man since her husband died; the fact that she's a respectable woman, and shouldn't do this; the fact that you're her son!
To drive her even crazier, you start nibbling on your mother's neck. "You're a woman! You're beautiful, and I want you! How long has it been since a man has wanted you?" Running a hand up her leg, you can feel beneath her long skirt that she has forgotten to wear any undergarments. "And what intention, deep inside you, made you come to see me, dressed as you are, to arouse me?"
Lifting up her skirt, and running a hand up to the curvy ass you felt up earlier, your fingers squeeze the curvy flesh for a moment, before teasing the area between her asshole and pussy for several seconds.
Evelyn moans out, "Yesss . . . I need lovemaking, but I've never thought of this!" She grips your hair with one hand, burying it in her still-covered breasts. At the same time, she grips your cock with the other, finally giving in as your fingertips graze the outer lips of her bare pussy. |